Mangowallah... - Poem by Chaitanya Dorwat
'neath the shadows of the clouds on a sunny day,
out on the streets, dusty old and gray,
the mangowallah sounds his affectionate call,
out to the ladies in the house and children small.
Ah! the memories he brings with those peties of aam
the sweet scented ripe mangoes he needs no other charm,
he's the chic of the street, midst a bustling crowd,
he yells the prices much out loud!
There's a frenzy on the street, bargains and purchase,
gossips and maskaas...for one hell of a taste,
the noon's scorching heat quiets everything down,
can such a thing happen elsewhere other than on the land of the browns! !
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